January 30th, 1990

Decided to stay at Christopher’s tonight as we’re having such a good time with so much to talk about. He finds it amusing that I feel the need to write my diary whilst here but I told him if I wait until the next day, it’s never the same.

“So, do you ever miss a day?” he asked.

“Only if I’m really drunk or really depressed.”

I got the impression he thought I was joking!

“You should write a book about your travels.”

“Why?”

“I’m sure what you put in those pages is really interesting.”

“Not really, it’s just a record of what happened.”

He laughed. “Your life isn’t exactly tedious.”

“I agree but I doubt anyone would want to read about it.”

“Well, if you decide one day to write a book, please be kind when you mention me.”

I had a great day out sightseeing with Lolly and somewhere on Broadway, we broke into song.

“You grew up riding the subway, running with people, up in Harlem, down on Broadway.”

Lolly sang, “You’re no tramp,” and trying not to laugh, I sang, “but you’re no lady. Talking that street talk.”

We linked arms. “You’re the heart and soul of New York City.”

In Nicole’s bar, we toasted to the fact we met exactly a year ago, on the first day of our training course with British Airways.

“I can’t believe you left flying and are on your way to Boston.”

“It just wasn’t for me,” she said. “Can you imagine me as a nanny?”

“I can actually, I think you’ll be amazing with the kids.”

“Thanks. I’m a bit nervous.”

“That’s only natural, think about how you felt walking into Cranebank a year ago.”

After Lolly left, I picked up some Chinese food and came to Christopher’s, at the appointed time.

“Look at you,” he said, hobbling back to the couch.

“I know, I practically feel like a local.”

“The city suits you.”

“I agree, it’s magical. It has a way of seeping its way in.”

“I can’t imagine ever living anywhere else.”

“No need!” I said, from his tiny kitchen.

“You should seriously consider moving here.”

“Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

“We could hang out, eat Chinese, go to our local.”

“We have a local?”

“Sure, the Coconut Grill. I can’t go in there without the bar staff asking where you are.”

“That’s so sweet, I miss going there.”

“As soon as I get the all clear to walk, it’s the first place I’m going but for now I’m stuck here,” he said with a sigh. “You wanna watch Arsenio Hall?”

“Sure.”

I sat on the floor, stuffing my face with noodles, straight from the carton, while Elle McPherson glided her way across the screen. A few minutes into her interview, I said, “I love that watch she’s wearing.”